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Analysis Of The Poem ' I Doesn 't '

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It’s mornings like these Rose can’t and won’t bare to forget. Lying in a slightly broken sun lounger with her best friend, July heat only barely breaking through clouds that dance through a pale sky, two heavy sweatshirts rubbing against each other, and silence. When for just a few minutes, they can be silent, and look out at nothing, and do what Rose loves best: think. She doesn’t really know if Addie actually likes her or not. It’s really hard to tell when one moment Addie is cuddling up against Rosie in her bed - silent, as always, because Addie knows that’s what Rose likes the most - and the next she’s swearing and tearing sheets, because everything in the world is too much, and she’s pulling her hair out at the thought of being …show more content…

Rose knows this all too well. “Hey, hey, chill, dude. What do you need?” “Oh, fuck, Rose. I don’t know.” She starts pacing, her head falling into her hands. “I want to run away. How much easier would that be?” Rosie sits up straighter. “Too easy. That’s the catch. There’d be no challenge in leaving it all. The universe has it’s way of keeping you on your toes, you know?” Addie huffs angrily, pulling at her hair. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m just so young and they want all this from me.” “Hey, shhh, you’ll wake my mum.” Rose rises from the chair, pulling Addie into a hug, biting the inside of her lip in fear. “You don’t have to think about none of that right now.” The smaller girl looks up at her friend, her eyes fogging out from tears. “Yeah, but eventually. And I don’t want my time to run out.” Rose is silent. Her favorite time to think is when no one’s talking, but that’s hard to do when someone you love very dearly is sobbing into your chest, and you want badly to do something to help them, but you know it’ll be the same response you’ll always get. She will run. “Do you want to go into the forest?” Addie sniffles, and nods, and Rose steps back, feeling Addie’s fingers clamp around her wrist instantly. “Come on, then,” Rose encourages, moving her hand so that their hands touch. She leads the way through the back door, off the porch, holding back a yawn. Addie follows like a lost puppy out the front, her messy brown hair still

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